Cobalt- emerald - slate - mauve

Swirls like misty puffs in a witch's orb

'Tis simply night tide's fiendish mark

Upon my flaccid body – my back

(my soul)

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Paint this tawny form in crimson (father)

With each dog kick – you sinful drunk

You smear potential perfection in neglect

To create your architectural image

Michelangelo – look at me!

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I'm just a caterpillar skeleton . . .

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Dotting your canvas with my cherry dipping lips

From a slack mandible – so suffocated

In the chloroform twine of your breath

I am cocooned – trapped in your fistful touch

Rescue me from yourself!

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My pupils spew the desolation of raped innocence

Yet, I model serenity in the grey streaks of hail

(chattel to you my maestro)

Who tattoo your selfish ire upon my fragmented spirit

(shatter it and have mercy)

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I am only a glass vessel . . .

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Don't they see my imperfect scars

Etched into my skin – your branding of property

Each night when only our golden light flickers

My whimpers haunt the eve – do you hear –

Father?

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But, worry not I always whisper in your defense

It is part of the grand masterpiece

(of a lunatic)

The ache is a blissful recognition – acknowledgement

Gift wrapped in the discolored contusions of charity

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I am . . . a phantom

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Thrust your boot into my ribs, father!

It will burst through my pinky lungs in numbing stings

Because a shell of a soul cannot sense!

Allow your saliva to kiss my sunken cheekbone

For I only cherish your attention of a ghost

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This crushed butterfly will never flutter beyond

For it's ripped cocoon bleeds – fret not father

I will topple to cement floors and shatter before you

(But companions will mend the tears)

And reluctantly cast me to your door for twilight's verdict

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And I will become your bloody artwork again.

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This is the simple ramblings of a mind up at midnight. Please leave a review. Critiques delivered maturely are welcomed!